Month: November 2014

the news i’ve been dreading and hoping for in equal measures has finally dropped:

THE SCORPIO RACES is to be made into a movie.

the conflict raging in my head: this is my favorite book in the world (yes, yes, i’ve said it. it’s true.). i re-read or listen to this book at least once a year. sometimes twice. the beauty of the book is in the way maggie stiefvater commands the english language. every single word is there for a reason. a very specific reason. every single character is flesh and blood and bone and in every chamber of my heart. i’ve imagined thisby and sean and puck and george holly and the capaill uisce and finn and dove so many times and they’re mine. all mine.

if it gets turned into a movie, someone else will write the screenplay. someone else will bring thisby to life. someone else will be sean and puck and george holly and it won’t be built on the foundation that maggie stiefvater shoved into my brain.

i’m not sure i’m ready to see that thisby.

and yet.

and yet.

and yet, this story, stark in its telling but lush in its living, is meant to be on-screen.

a substantial piece of wood fell off the truck barreling through the yellow light into the middle of the very busy road. having just cast my midterm election vote and having just had a battery of car issues, i allowed the patriotic duty in me to well up. at that very moment, all traffic lights blinked red affording me the safety to dart into the road and pull the wood out of the road and over to the sidewalk.

the driver may have been oblivious to the side effects of his insane driving, but i was not.

at class last night, many people were absent, which placed the responsibility of delivering feedback on me. it’s a delicate thing to bite your tongue and give honest constructive criticism at the same time. it’s a difficult thing to look past the obvious barriers in language to the story underneath. and yet, why is it so much easier to do all of that than write your own story? why am i trying to write a story? revise a novel? for what purpose? when do you forge ahead and when do you tuck your work into that dark corner of your heart never to be seen again? what does the breaking point look like? is it better to be aware of your surroundings or should you barrel through the intersection, things flying out of the back of your truck/mind?

two front tires: $305

new ball joint + alignment: $420

street parking permit: $25

ticket for parking in a spot blocked off for construction: $20

cash needed to pick up car from tow yard: $90

friend who will drive you to the creepiest corner of the town so you can retrieve your car from the tow yard and walks in with you to make sure you make it out alive (and also discusses the possibilities and probabilities of what it would look like if you sold your car because it’s from 1999 and most likely not worth the aforementioned costs and aggravation and heartache): PRICELESS.